Vanessa The Little Mermaid Cosplay Mga Nobela at Kwento

Vanessa scowls at Mom. ****

Need this to look legitimate. Five minutes later, Vanessa walks in—effortlessly beautiful, as always. She's dressed in a short body-tight emerald-green designer dress, white bag and heels perfectly coordinated, her hair styled into flawless, polished elegance—the kind that makes people look twice without meaning to. But she isn't Stella. "Shawn." She leans in and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. "I have to admit, I was surprised when you called this morning. After weeks of silence." "I know," I say. "I'm sorry."

“Thank you all for coming to my father’s party. I hope you’re having a great time.” The crowd cheered, and Vanessa beamed, clearly enjoying the attention. She looked stunning in her long, glittering gown, her hair perfectly styled, her makeup flawless. She looked like a princess. “I have a special surprise for all of you,” Vanessa said, her smile widening. “A little gift to make this party even more memorable.” She turned toward me, and my heart stopped. “Ava,” she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. “You’re the surprise.” I stared at her, stunned. “What?”

he suggested. “She doesn’t care for fancy clothing; I doubt that she would even care about baubles,” I replied. “Vanessa is perfectly happy with simple clothing and joggers. She does like having lotions and makeup to use, but that is really as frilly as she gets,” I added. “Okay, we can work with that. I can go pick up a few things for you while you take her for a run and have everything set up in your room for when you return. You really don’t mind that Vanessa is a werewolf?” he asked skeptically.

My heart sank, and I followed his gaze. That red was very conspicuous in the crowd. A burgundy mermaid dress perfectly outlined her elegant and charming figure, and her smooth, long hair, under the light, made her exude a breathtaking charm. 'Vanya?' I was dazed for a moment before recognizing Vanya. Vanya used to like light makeup and simple dresses. This was the first time I'd seen her dressed like this. A slight pain came from my arm, and I turned to see Melinda's face was not looking good.

Smiling. She wasn’t alone in this. After a brief break for lunch—coffee and grapes from a communal tray—Vanessa called her into the costume room. Aurora followed her past racks of gowns, corsets, and handmade lingerie, every piece glittering with careful craftsmanship. Feathers in every color. Beads like rain. Silks that whispered secrets as they shifted. Vanessa pulled out a sleek black bodysuit with gold embroidery, high-cut hips, and a plunging neckline. She handed it over without ceremony.

Manuel saw and noticed one of the places where Vanessa had acted scenes and he moved there to stare. He closed his eyes and opened them shortly. He recalled that Vanessa acted in her very first scene here, and it was her most cherished role. Manuel had a secret clip of that video which he normally watched in secret. He could never forget the scene where she acted as a substitute for her evil sister. Vanessa was wearing a dark wedding dress, glistened in golden stones and very well designed. He loved everything about her looks in that scene, how her beautiful long hair was tied into a pony, her facial features were outlined and her body too.

Vanessa Heard a a lovely voice calling her from behind which made her stop lecturing Aden. When Vanessa looked in the path where the voice called her out, she Saw a bright ruby hair that still flowered on her shoulder perfectly playing with the wind, the rapture-blue eyes that shines when the sunray hit it, the same glossy skin which looks fresh and that smile. LIZA SHAWN. "Damn is she a model?" Vanessa heard Aden asking who was standing beside Her "I don't know:" Vanessa answered back. "HER fashion is so impressive and colorful" Kova stated while checking his outfit.

She stood behind me, her eyes raking my body appreciatively. “Now for hair and make up, sit down while I work my magic. You’d be looking stunning once I’m done with you. Cinderella’s fairy god mother ain’t got nothing on me.” She whistled. I chuckled, sitting down on the chair as she got to work. Thirty minutes later, I was done dressing. “Sinful, I tell you.” Vanessa says and excitedly. I looked at myself in the mirror and gaped. I wasn’t looking that different but holy fuck! I look gorgeous.

Aria POV The knock at my door was soft, but I still flinched at it. “Aria, you called me to come over.” Vanessa stepped inside, her presence filling the room like a breath of warm air. She was dressed in a caramel-coloured wrap dress that hugged her frame, her curls pinned half-up with a few loose coils framing her face. A gold chain caught the light at her throat. She looked effortlessly put-together — everything I was not right now.